I've been biking on the Rock Creek Bike Path since I first moved to Maryland in 1978. The addition of the Capital Crescent Trail makes for a nice 25 mile or so loop that I extend to about 35 by starting further north in Kensington. Even in the worst of DC-area summer weather yuckiness, an early morning start on this mostly shady route is a great ride with a variety of scenery.
Now, I've blogged in the past that the sports bra has taken away one of the more enjoyable types of scenery, as oncoming female cyclists and runners now deploy SSS (Secure Sheaths of Spandex) to disrupt the VVV (Valleys of Vicarious Viewing) that once lead to CCC (Cavorting Cornucopias of Cleavage). This past weekend, most of the female runners were wearing Teams In Training t-shirts, as they are training for their first marathon. I had to continually navigate around clumps of these women on the CCT, and rather than use the crude acronym that Teams In Training suggest, I began to think of them as Beginner Runners Enthusiastically Attempting Serious Training, Seriously.
Once I reached Bethesda there were no more BREASTS around, so I was able to increase my speed and finish with a 17mph average, pretty good for me. I always keep score: I lose a point every time an older, fatter biker on a cheaper bike passes me and I gain a point every time I pass a younger, skinnier biker on a more expensive bike. I ended up +2 on this loop, as I blew a way a group of 4 "all hat, no cattle" riders all decked out in Tour de France outfits on lighter than air bikes.
It turns out there was another connection between Bethesda and BREASTS, however:
Carole and I went to see "The Queen of Versailles" at the Bethesda Row movie theater over the weekend. If you are ever feeling bad about yourself, go see this documentary about these mega-rich idiots and you will start feeling much, much better.